The washing machine repair chappy, who was definitely going to be here at 9:30. It’s now 10:45 and he’s not. Nor has he rung or texted to say when he will be here.

This is a fucking pain because I need to turn the water off to replace a shower mixer, and won’t be able to turn it back on until I’ve done the job, but you can absolutely bet that as soon as I’ve disconnected the broken one, he’ll rock up and need water to test the machine…

Cockpunch to me. I have managed to destroy a camel hair, polo style top-coat that I have been making myself. I started it a year ago, picked it up on Monday morning and put two days work into it before discovering a mistake, which has no work around acceptable to me. I would never leave the house in it. Que a day of navel gazing and general depression.

Cockpunch to me. I have managed to destroy a camel hair, polo style top-coat that I have been making myself. I started it a year ago, picked it up on Monday morning and put two days work into it before discovering a mistake, which has no work around acceptable to me. I would never leave the house in it. Que a day of navel gazing and general depression.

Can you rework it for someone a different shape from you (I guess that would have to be smaller) ?

You’re in good company though. Harrison, he of the clocks, spent three years building and two years testing his second effort, H2, before suddenly discovering a fundamental flaw and having to abandon the whole thing. He spent the next nineteen years on H3 and that never met spec either. But H4 did.